XVIII
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft, and still, and fair;
The silent time of midnight
Shines sweetly everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid.
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
~~
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), 1840
from Complete Poems, 1908
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Emily Brontë biography
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